LOGINCRYSTAL“Take it off.” Winter said.A single final and absolute command.My hand froze midair.My heart slammed against my ribs, pounding so violently I could hear it roaring in my ears. There was no pretending I hadn’t heard her, no way to dodge the order without sealing my own fate.Winter watched me in silence, her gaze steady and knowing. She already knew I would obey.What other choice did I have? Refusing would only confirm her suspicions. It would expose me for exactly what I was.Slowly, my hand lifted. Inch by inch, my fingers trembled as they hovered just shy of the fabric concealing my face. When suddenly,Winter’s hand flew to her mouth. Her brows twisted sharply as a gagged sound escaped her throat. In the next second, she lurched to her feet so abruptly her chair scraped against the floor.“My Queen!” Eira cried, springing up beside her.My eyes locked with Winter’s.And then she turned and bolted from the room.“My Queen! Are you alright?” Eira rushed after her.The
CRYSTALMorning arrived at a cruelly slow pace. I lay awake the entire night, staring through the narrow window of my new chamber, watching patrol guards pace the courtyard below. The room Winter had given mewas nothing like what I had expected. It was small, yes, but it was furnished with a proper mattress, a cupboard, and thick stone walls that held warmth instead of damp. Compared to the cold, leaking cell Freya had shoved me into, this place felt almost merciful. Safe.At dawn, sharp knuckles struck my door.“Open up, Velda. This is Eira, the Queen’s personal maid.”My stomach dropped.What business did she have with me?I pulled my veil into place before crossing the room and opening the heavy door. I met her stare with displeasure, making no effort to hide my irritation.“Looks like I disturbed your rest,” Winter's maid said coolly.“Yes,” I replied flatly. “I woke up because of your voice. What do you need that you can’t wait?”“You should be grateful I'm here right now." Her
CRYSTALI did as she instructed, stepping forward without hesitation. Winter already had one maid trailing closely behind her, and I positioned myself beside her maid.“My Queen,” the maid who had dragged me earlier began, her voice tight. I couldn’t see Winter’s expression, but whatever rested on her face was enough to make the maid visibly uneasy. The sight of her discomfort sent a quiet thrill through me. “It’s not what you think-"“You don’t need to explain anything,” Winter said calmly.“No, my Queen, please allow me.” The maid rushed on, desperation seeping into her words. She pointed an accusing finger at me. “That woman is a new maid. She arrived tonight, with the latest wave of workers. It was her first day, and she made a mistake, a common one, something even I might have overlooked. But the way she responded…” Her lips thinned. “It was so arrogant. As if she believed herself above correction-"“So,” Winter cut in smoothly, her voice sharp enough to slice through the air. “S
CRYSTALI came here with one certainty burning in my chest; Kallias would go for me. There had never been any doubt in my calculations. He would search for me—relentlessly. By now, he should have already crossed paths with Valtor or Winter, declared with absolute certainty that I was here. Then after that, he and his pack would have reached the borders, demanding my return.And, if they were denied, they would have declared war.But there was nothing.I didn’t know where my reasoning had failed. The first few days unfolded exactly as planned, I kept my head low, observed, and waited. But now? After the castle's head maid finally finished interrogating me, I was put to work immediately. My hands burned, raw and aching as I dragged the coarse, wet cloth across the stone floor. The fabric scraped against my palms, soaking into my skin, but the corridor seemed endless, stretching on as if the castle itself were mocking me.When I finally straightened, my back screaming in protest, frust
Crystal had once walked through Valtor’s castle gates with her head held high, cloaked in authority and reverence. Now she returned as someone else entirely.There was no grand entrance this time. She was shoved through the rear gate with a dozen other women, all of them hunched and silent, their eyes lowered in instinctive submission. Somewhere inside the castle, torches flared and laughter echoed, but back here, there was only the scrape of boots and the sharp bark of orders.“Line up. I’ll check you one by one.”The command came from an old Rogue woman with iron-gray hair pulled tight against her skull. 'How dare she speak to her in that tone?' The thought flared hot and instinctive. Crystal’s jaw clenched as she stared at the woman, And then a violent shove struck her from behind.She stumbled forward and crashed to the stone floor. Pain shot through her arm as she instinctively braced herself, her elbow scraping hard against the rough surface. “Shit.” When she looked up, the
“Shit. I never expected our plan to fall apart like this.” Rosentine slammed her fist against the wooden table, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Dust trembled from the beams above as the others exchanged uneasy glances.After receiving Winter’s orders, Freya had returned straight to her mansion to report everything to the twins. Even now, the shock still lingered in her bones. None of them had anticipated this outcome—least of all Freya herself.Valtor hadn’t even argued. He had sat there in silence while Winter issued commands to Freya as though she were nothing more than a personal attendant. And when Freya had dared to voice her displeasure—only a mild complaint—Winter had merely smiled.She reminded Freya, in that soft, lethal voice of hers, that Freya herself had once surrendered to serve the Queen, which meant that following this order should not be a problem at all.Freya had almost protested again.Almost.But then she felt the subtle, terrifying shift in the air. The







